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In fact, Lian Meng doesn't need to leave now.

The old affairs of Tiancanjiao are over, and even Qingren said that he doesn't need to worry about the affairs of the sect.

But for some reason, he always had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that he shouldn't stay there.

After the heavy rain, the sky was as clear as washing. Although the sun was warm, it did not give people any warmth.

He walked along the mountain road when he came here for a while, but he felt more and more empty in his heart.Maybe there is something unfinished, but he can't remember it at all.

The mountains and forests in the early morning can't compare to the silence in the late night, the insects and birds are constantly chirping, and even the sound of the wind is particularly noisy.

Hearing the sound of the bird, Lian Meng suddenly remembered that maybe he should send a letter to Ling Yin to tell him the news of Qi Nian's death, so he took a deep breath, pulled himself together, and wanted to rush to the town.

Unexpectedly, before he took a few steps, he heard a man shouting angrily from the side.

"I didn't expect you to turn your back on you!"

Hearing this, Lian Meng felt strange and turned around quickly.

I saw many hazy figures standing in the forest. They were wearing dark purple clothes and silver ornaments, which were obviously the clothes of the members of the Tiancan Cult.

He didn't know why he still saw that "vision" at this moment, but at this moment, he heard a familiar voice from the crowd.

"I said that his life and death has nothing to do with me, but I also told you that if you dare to let the person I care about, you will definitely not die well."

When the man spoke, there was still a bit of arrogance that Lian Meng was familiar with.

His heart trembled when he heard it, and before he had time to think about anything else, he hurried a few steps into the group of men in purple.

After looking carefully, I found that the person who spoke was really "Qi Nian".

He was wearing a gold-studded black suit, with a slender figure, which was particularly conspicuous among the crowd.

However, his attire was a little different from before. All his black hair was pulled into a golden crown, but he was holding a plain white umbrella in his hand.The umbrella was stained with a little scarlet, like blood stains just now.

Although Lian Meng was strange, he had no time to think about it.

Looking at the person in front of him, he felt a little sour and anxious for no reason.

What I see before my eyes is just an "illusion" after all, and now that the Sri Lankan has passed away, everything is irreversible.

Thinking about it, Lian Meng couldn't help sighing softly.

But at this time, the atmosphere among the people in the forest was tense, and swords were tense several times.

"We've told you before, but..."

"Inform?" "Qinian" chuckled mockingly, "You are not 'informing', but threatening. In this world, there are no people who dare to do that."

Hearing his rude words, some of the younger boys obviously lost their composure.

But at this time, a middle-aged man with a beard stood up and said to "Qi Nian" in a friendly voice: "I think Mr. Qi must have misunderstood something. We just invite Lian Shaoxia to gather in the church. It's impossible to threaten you..."

Hearing their mention of his name, Lian Meng was startled and quickly turned to look over.

"Really?" "Qinian" replied blankly, he looked up at the man, raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you have found an excuse for that bloody coat."

"..." The man didn't speak, but his face became inexplicably tense.

"But these lies should be made up earlier, not after I kill them."

Hearing this, the leader suddenly turned sullen.He seemed a little unbelievable, looked at "Qinian" in surprise and asked: "So, those people... were you killed?"

"Otherwise, who do you think it is?" "Qi Nian" responded lightly.

When he was talking, the hand holding the umbrella shook slightly, as if he couldn't see the blood stains on it and wanted to shake it off.

Now that the words have come to this point, the man finally stopped pretending and let go of that flattering expression.

He looked at Qi Nian, chuckled, and there seemed to be some disdain and disgust in his eyes: "Before, I also called you 'Mr. I dare not touch you."

"Qi Nian" didn't make a sound, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Tearing face is not good for anyone. Although that kid is good at skills, he is just an unknown person. Why do you have to go to war for him. Besides..."

"Besides what?" "Qi Nian" raised his eyes and asked.

"Besides...he is teaching now. If you really annoy us, we have plenty of ways to make his life worse than death."

"..."

"Qi Nian" didn't speak any more, he didn't even look up at them again, he just opened the white umbrella, and in the blink of an eye, several silver lights flashed, like several sharp knives flew out of the umbrella, In an instant, he slit the throats of several people around him.

"Qi Nian, you...!" The man's expression froze, and there was a sudden panic in his eyes.

"If I knew today, why bother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, blood sprayed around him again.

A fight is imminent.

Lian Meng stood where he was, frowning as he watched the crowd fighting.

He should be a little surprised.

Although he had expected that Qi Nian might not be so seriously ill before, but he never expected that the man's martial arts would be so strong.

Although the moves of "Praying for the New Year" cannot be seen from which school or sect, but every move and every stroke is exquisite, as if it has reached the state of proficiency.Moreover, his body is nimble and his body is as light as a swallow. Although his weapon is just a paper umbrella, during a fight, any object within his reach can also be used as a weapon, and he can easily put a person to death in a moment.

After a while, the group of people were all defeated.

The forest is already covered with blood and corpses are strewn across the field.

"Qi Nian" closed the umbrella, walked slowly to the man who talked to him earlier, and looked down at him: "Where is he?"

"..." The man seemed a little exhausted, and the wound on his body was bleeding continuously.He looked up at Qi Nian, as if he didn't want to answer.

Seeing that he was still going to speak hard, "Qinian" laughed mockingly, and then put the umbrella on the man's wound.

There was a painful howl in the forest, and then he had no choice but to let go.

"In the mountains, in the mountains, the idle... Butterfly Alley."

After getting the answer, "Qi Nian" stood up with satisfaction.

At this time, it seemed to be raining lightly in the mountains, so he opened the paper umbrella again.

The umbrella was stained with a lot of blood, and after the scarlet color was wet by the rain, it was smudged into dots of early-blossom plums.

"Qi Nian..." The dying man behind him suddenly stopped him.

"Qi Nian" stopped for a while, but didn't look back.

"You killed so many people, do you really think you can pretend that nothing happened? The world will always know your true face, and no one will stand by your side..."

"..."

"Qi Nian" seemed to want to say something, but he just stood there without answering a word.After waiting for a while, I took an umbrella and left along the mountain road.

Lian Meng looked at it for a while, and then followed him in a strange way.

In fact, he didn't know why he wanted to keep up.

He clearly knew that what he saw was just an "illusion", but he still took a step subconsciously.

The sun in the forest is even worse.

The man didn't walk fast, but his footsteps were fast, as if he was in a hurry.

Lian Meng followed behind "Qinian", keeping a distance of about ten steps from him.

Although he knew that what he saw was just an "illusion", when he walked, Lian Meng still deliberately took a light step.

He didn't know what he was worried about, probably because he was really afraid that the person would be disturbed by the sound of footsteps and disappeared immediately.

So they walked away from each other for a while.

According to the previous conversation, "Qing Nian" should be going to the place called "Butterfly Alley".

Lian Meng had heard people say before that the Tiancan Sect has secretly established sects everywhere.However, not many people were seen, because those places are remote and heavily guarded, and it is not easy for those who enter by mistake to get out of the body.

But "Qing Nian" seems to know where that place is.He didn't ask that person any more, but after asking his name, he left without hesitation.

There are many doubts in it, but Lian Meng has no time to think deeply.

He didn't know how long the phantom of "Praying for the New Year" would exist, and where he would go following the phantom.If at the end, he really found that he had broken into the secret place of the Heavenly Silkworm Sect, would he be able to get through it safely with his own strength?

Just as he was thinking, the scenery on the road suddenly changed.

The ordinary flowers and plants that were blooming on the road seem to have changed color, not like the usual bright reds and purples, but dark yellow and pale green, as if they have been infected by some poisonous gas, with a strange and cold lifelessness.

But "Qi Nian" did not stop, he held an umbrella and continued to walk forward, and even Meng had to follow behind him.

Fortunately, this "scenery" didn't last too long. After a while, they passed through the narrow road and came to a place with a clear view.

Although it is not a paradise, it has a bit of a human atmosphere, at least those flowers and plants no longer look like things that can only be found on Purgatory and Huangquan Road.

Lian Mengchao looked around, and found that there was a fairly chic small garden wrapped in branches and leaves in front of him.

A wooden house is hidden in it, with luxuriant branches and flowers blooming in front of the house.

There was no one around, only an elderly man leaning against the flower stand at the door.

He seemed to be asleep, with his head resting lightly on a wooden shelf.The little flowers on the side were all over his body, but he didn't notice it either.

Lian Meng felt that the man looked familiar, but after thinking about it, he felt that he had never seen such an old man before, so he didn't take it to heart.

He turned his head and saw that "Qinian" was still standing in front of the wooden house, but his figure became more and more hazy under the light.

Lian Meng thought that the "illusion" was about to dissipate, but suddenly he saw the paper umbrella in the man's hand tremble, and then he heard someone call "Lian Meng".

But that was not the sound of "Praying for the New Year".

Lian Meng raised his head and saw a man in purple standing suddenly in front of the small door.

That person was also holding a white paper umbrella, with silver ornaments wrapped around his hands, not like the Central Plains people's attire.

Seeing that Lian Meng didn't answer, he stared at it for a while, and after waiting for a while, he asked softly, "Excuse me, are you Lian Meng, Mr. Lian?"